Summer Love

Summer hasn't thought about what happened all those years ago for a very long time, but those memories are forced back to her when her 17-year-old daughter, Darcy, needs to write a story based on something that actually happened. As these memories come back, will Summer have to re-think everything she did that summer and in the end, did she make the right choice?

14. Turn back time

[A/N] This chapter is really long and was probably the hardest one I had to write. But I really hope you guys enjoy it. Please like, comment and fav it. It means the world <3 Also fan me, and follow me on Twitter @hai_its_kenny and Instagram @kennedyhomes8

-Kenny

Summer Love

Chapter Thirteen - Turn back time

I pulled out the first clue and read it aloud,

“Everybody’s gone surfing… surfing USA.” Okay, what did that mean? They were the lyrics to Surfin’ USA by the Beach Boys. Maybe Harry meant the place where we learned to surf. I decided to give there a chance and luckily I was correct. Danny, the guy who owned the shop, gave me a little note.

Harry’s clues were pretty easy. I was able to figure out most of the places and I only had to text him once. I started to notice a pattern. I was visiting all of the places Harry and I had gone, but in reverse order. He finally started to count down the final three. I read the third-last clue: “If I lay here… if I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget to world?”

I smiled, remembering the first day. Andrew had come and pissed me off, but Harry saved me. Then he asked me to dance and what was the freshest thing in my mind, Harry softly singing that song in my ear and then kissing me. I went over to where beach bash had been held at the beginning of the summer. There, attached to the lifeguard chair, was another little envelope. I ran over and opened it up,

“Summer,

Don’t worry, only one more after this one. Here is your clue: 20 Questions.

-Haz <3”

20 questions… I was stuck on that one for a minute, but then I remembered the night of the beach bash, right after Harry and I had met, at his house where we played twenty questions and we almost kissed. I quickly ran to the boys’ house because luckily it was close to where the Beach Bash had been held.

When I got to Harry’s, I knocked on the door. Moments later, Liam opened up,

“Hmm… Harry did give me something but I don’t remember where I put it.” Liam said, looking around his front foyer.

“Seriously Li. Can I just have it please?”

He laughed, “Okay here you go.” and he handed me an envelope. I quickly opened it.

‘This is the last one. Come meet me where it all started.’

I thanked Liam and started walking towards the Starbucks where Harry and I met. When I finally got there, I saw a candlelit dinner sitting on the boardwalk in basically the exact spot Harry and I met. I smiled and looked around for Harry, but couldn’t see him. Just then, I heard music start to play. It was Wanted by Hunter Hayes, my favorite song. Then behind me, I hear a familiar voice start to sing as he snaked his arms around my waist,

“You know I'd fall apart without you

I don't know how you do what you do

'Cause everything that don't make sense about me

Makes sense when I'm with you

Like everything that's green, girl, I need you

But it's more than one and one makes two

Put aside the math and the logic of it

You gotta know you're wanted too

'Cause I wanna wrap you up

Wanna kiss your lips

I wanna make you feel wanted

And I wanna call you mine

Wanna hold your hand forever

And never let you forget it

Yeah, I, I wanna make you feel wanted

Anyone can tell you you're pretty, yeah

And you get that all the time, I know you do

But your beauty's deeper than the make-up

And I wanna show you what I see tonight...

When I wrap you up

When I kiss your lips.

I I wanna make you feel wanted

And I wanna call you mine

Wanna hold your hand forever

And never let you forget it

'Cause, baby, I, I wanna make you feel wanted

As good as you make me feel

I wanna make you feel better

Better than your fairy tales

Better than your best dreams

You're more than everything I need

You're all I ever wanted

All I ever wanted

And I just wanna wrap you up

Wanna kiss your lips

I wanna make you feel wanted

And I wanna call you mine

Wanna hold your hand forever

And never let you forget it

Yeah, I wanna make you feel wanted

Baby, I wanna make you feel wanted

You'll always be wanted”

I turned to face Harry when he finished. Before I could say anything, he pressed his lips to mine. I gladly returned the kiss, but something felt different about. He was kissing me as if when Harry and I pulled away, I would vanish from him. I pulled away and looked up into Harry’s eyes. That sad look that I had spent two weeks trying to get rid of had returned.

“Harry, it’s okay. Don’t think about it. Let’s just have fun tonight.” I said, trying to cheer him up. He took a shaky breath and nodded, giving me a small smile. I watched as some of the happiness return to his face, “Okay. I love you.”

“I love you too Harry. No matter what.”

He led me to our table and pulled out my chair for me. He was so romantic. He took the covers off of our plates, revealing a beautiful fettuccine alfredo dinner. I smiled,

“Did Niall make this?”

Harry laughed, “No. I did. This was my last chance to prove to you that I can cook. So hopefully this tastes good.”

“I’m sure it will.” I replied. Harry sat down and we both began our meal. Luckily I was right, it did taste good. Harry was a great cook, but my favorite meal of his will forever be ‘frozen-pizza-a-la-Harry’. We ate in silence for a while and I enjoyed it for the beginning, but soon, it started to become a little awkward. I understand why neither of us wanted to talk; we knew the subject of tomorrow would come up. Finally I couldn’t take it anymore and I broke the silence,

“So, are you excited to go home and see your family tomorrow?”

Harry looked up at me, “Yea. I’ve really missed my mother and sister. I tried to get them to come down to visit, but they were too busy. It’s too bad, I wanted you to meet them, and they would have loved you.” “I wish I could’ve met them too. But don’t rule out the fact that I may never meet them. I still might someday.”

Harry smiled sadly, “Maybe. So are you excited for Yale?”

“Yea. I just finished packing. It’s been my dream since I was eight to go there, I really hope everything works out.”

“I know it will. You will be the most famous author in the world someday. The next James Patterson or Nora Roberts.”

I giggled, “I really hope so.”

“What do you want to write about?”

“Um, well I have this idea for this one book I will probably start developing through University and then send it to a publisher once I graduate.”

“Oh really? What’s it about?” Harry asked.

“It’s about a boy who meets a girl. At a drunken party, he gets her pregnant, but then he disappears and she is forced to raise the baby on her own. 10 years later the guy comes back and she has to decided weather she can trust him again.”

“That actually sounds like not a bad book. I will defiantly read it. What are your goals when you’re an author?”

“Um, I want to have a book on a best-sellers list… or be nominated for a teen-choice award for best author.”

“Well I know you can do it.” Harry said and then leaned over the table and kissed me.

We continued to talk and tried to not run out of things to talk about because we didn’t want the date to end, but then Harry looked at his watch,

“Summer, its 11:30. I should get you home.” “But Harry-” I whined, but he cut me off,

“I’m sorry babe. I wish tonight could go on forever, but it just can’t.” he said and I watched that entire sadness flood back into his eyes.

Harry drove me home and as we stood there at my front door, I was trying to hold back my tears. We weren’t kissing, or hugging, or even touching for that fact. We stood there in silence. Finally, Harry made a move and wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me in for a long passionate kiss and I had a feeling that this time, it really was going to be our last one. That’s why when he pulled away, I grabbed his head and pulled him back in. He kissed me for a second, but then pulled away again. I tried to pull him back, but he stopped me,

“Summer,” he mumbled.

“Harry, please don’t.” I said and quickly hugged him, holding him close. Harry rested his chin on my head and I could feel his tears hitting my hair.

“Summer,” he said again, trying to keep his voice from cracking because of the tears, “I love you more than anything. This has been the greatest summer, actually no, the greatest time of my life. I never pictured myself ever being able to meet, let alone be with, someone as amazing as you. I know this is corny, but you literally light up my world like nobody else. I never wanted this summer to end, but all good things come to an end. Summer, I love you so much and I hate to end it like this, but this is something I have to tell you. The reason I gave you al of your clues in reverse order that all these events happened is that I was hoping I could turn back time before I did this. I know that this means that I will never kiss, or hug you again, maybe even ever see you, but you deserve to know.”

I pulled away from Harry. I knew we were going to break up, but now I had a much worse feeling in my gut. I looked up at him, “What is it Harry?”